The picture up there, is her new school. Neat right?
From the first time I set my eyes on her, I knew I could trust her.
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Air headed was what I was as I stared at the large building which was introduced to me by Amaka as my new school. It was huge and unlike what I had seen before, my old school couldn't even hold a matches stick to it.
"Pretty right?" Amaka asked leaning close to me with a wide smile on her face.
What is doing this one, I wondered.
We actually rode together, Jade and the twins or lackey as I liked to call them ride separately on a black limousine and I was like.
We are going to school o, not Lagos fashion week.
Show offs.
Ever since our ride, Amaka has been trying to bond with me desperately, Linking hands with me, helping me to remove invincible dirt from my hair and it was seriously getting annoying.
And literally irking me out.
"Yeah." I muttered with a pin pop on the side of my lips making it to pop out.
"Soooo? Should I give you a tour? I know all the places here and if you don't mind I can–"
I placed my hand in front of her," see, Amaka–"
"It's Amara." She cuts me off with a smile.
I looked over at her carefully, also putting on one of those infamous fake smile." Yeah." The smile remained." See Amaka, I don't need a tour guide and neither do I need a friend, so back off while being nice to you." I said purposely still calling her Amaka to piss her off.
If not ehn, wetin you go use your eye see eh! I allowed my intimating gaze on her say the rest as I gave a loud sigh before excusing myself from her, before following the school map sent on my email to the staff room.
I could feel a lot of eyes on me as i walked towards what ever direction the map was showing to the administration block.
"Isn't she the one"
"The lost granddaughter."
"I heard she is the daughter of late Mrs Valerie ."
"Now that I look at it, she resembles her "
"Check out the awful way she styled her uniform."
"I heard she's from the slums so what did you expect."
Oh God, I sighed, vigorously telling my self not to fuck up on the first day of school.
Infact what is worrying all this gossip mongers sef, don't they have anything better to do except gossiping someone they don't even know.
Especially the idiots that said slums, like, what's so bad about that place and the way I styled my uniform.
Stupid Bitches just be everywhere looking for my trouble.
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